Through the rabbit hole of the womb: A poem 

I can say that as I slipped through the womb 

I fell through the rabbit hole 

into a land of wonder 

Did the oracle star thunder 

of the miracle hours yonder? 

And I felt, at once, taller than Alice 

growing beyond the ceiling 

more game than the croquet queen, 

more maverick than the mad hatter 

This mystery tea party to the T 

was only half illuminated before July 1996  

like a heretofore undiscovered hieroglyph 

The mythic hero uncovering the missing part of the fix 

And the joker in the juke box  

began playing the unending record 

And I did exactly to accord 

Would the lion meet me halfway to the end? 

The pathway actually begins after the road’s bend 

I never shed a tear, and did not fear 

There are more than a few lifetimes written in the sands 

And I remembered all those rhymes, those universal islands 

I am a father of a son, and son of a father 

And I have known no other mother 

There is a silent omnipresent melody about my love 

She was promised to me for as long as the eternity above